Volume two : The Giaria begins...
A week slipped by since the azure nights faded into distant memories. The radiant sun, now regally ascendant, bathed the world in its golden light once more. The moon, stripped of its mesmerizing blue luminescence, had reverted to its familiar silver glow, casting a serene light over the tranquil night.
Teress, wrapped in the comfort of her nightwear, stood upon her balcony, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the moon. Her eyes held a distant, pensive look, shadows of painful memories flitting through her mind. The loss of everything she had cherished haunted her, stolen away by the malevolent forces associated with the moon. The sight of the celestial body stirred a deep-seated loathing within her.
"It has no right to be so beautiful and serene," she murmured, her voice tinged with bitterness.